“Wherewithal should I be satisfied? Among the graves I leapt about, And found no food, so went without, meh! meh!”

“The godless wretch!” cried the tailor, “to let such a good animal hunger,” and he ran up and drove the youth out of doors with the yard-measure.

Now came the turn of the third son, who wanted to do the thing well, and sought out some bushes with the finest leaves, and let the goat devour them. In the evening when he wanted to go home, he asked, “Goat, hast thou had enough?” The goat answered,

“I have eaten so much,

Not a leaf more I’ll touch, meh! meh!”

“I have eaten so much, Not a leaf more I’ll touch, meh! meh!”